This cocky jerk

This cocky jerk

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You walked down the school hall bickering with your best friend, Minseo, when someone bumped on you almost knocking you down, you stumbled but managed to stay on your feet:"Omo Chae! Are you okay?" You heard the blonde girl say. You didn't have to time to answer, as you lifted you head your gaze met a pair on brown eyes, piercing into you. You quickly looked away but couldn't move forward. Those eyes, you knew you wouldn't forget them anytime soon. "Koo Junhoe" you heard a deep voice speak that made you whimper:"You know, in case you wanted to talk me now" Koo Junhoe smirked and walked away, leaving you speech less.
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